No Strings Attached
by Piper
mc; Mg; mast; inc
This is a prequel to Music Torn Reality. This story will make less sense if you have not read the original by Marcus, but I hope I added enough that it can stand on its own.
I am Emily Bates, and I became the second violinist for Constant On Strings! It is this new band that started getting really popular, really fast. I think it had something to do with changing out members. Talia Conners is the only one that has been there since the beginning. They kept the same drummer for a while, but he is gone now. Anyway, the band manager made an announcement that they were looking for a new violinist and a bass player to bring the band up to five members. I started learning the violin in second grade and I am in fifth now, so I got pretty good. Even better, Constant On Strings was coming to my city for a concert at the end of winter break and they were holding auditions.
My parents said I could audition for the band as long as I promised to keep my grades up. We filled out the online sign-up form and locked in a time. I was excited but also really nervous that I would look stupid at my audition. I started listening to Constant On Strings all the time. On the bus I cycled through their tracks on my iPod, but at home I played it loudly in my room. At first my parents complained that it gave them a headache but soon they said that they were used to it and they stopped asking me to turn it down. I kind of understood what they meant. I was listening to the band's songs all of the time. The first couple of days I must have overdone it because I had the worst headache. After that, it did not bother me anymore, even though I started listening more often, if anything.
I started sneaking into my parents' bed at night, after they had tucked me into my bed. They never sent me away, even though I always took off my pajamas first and crawled into bed naked. Daddy started going to bed naked too. He would cuddle with me while Mommy watched and itched herself between her legs. Daddy is a boy, of course, and he had a hard time figuring out where to keep his penis while we were cuddling so close. Usually he would wedge it between my butt cheeks so he could press himself flat against my back and wrap his arm around me. I do not think it was very comfortable for him because he always shifted it around like he was trying to find a better resting place.
Mommy bought me a brand new dress for my audition. It was prettier than any of my church sundresses. When I tried it on, she drew a line on it all the way around with marker, which tickled. On the day of my audition, she showed me that she had cut off a lot of fabric from the bottom of the dress so that it did not even completely cover my butt. I was really happy that Mommy was being so supportive and I gave her a big hug. I had already decided not to wear panties to my audition, so sometimes my cunny flashed out from my dress if I took big steps. I practiced taking big steps.
Daddy drove me to the audition. My violin case was on my lap to hide my cunny in case bad people looked into the car. With my short dress, my bare bottom was against the seat cushion. It was a fun car ride and I told Daddy that I wanted to wear more outfits like this. He said he would help me pick out some good ones. When we got to the audition place, they had the band's music playing in the waiting room. I sat on Daddy's lap like normal. He held my hips, which were bare because my dress pulled up again when I sat. He started sliding me back and forth on his lap. He was wearing sweatpants, and I could feel his hard penis through the fabric. He must be trying to get comfortable, but he did not ask me to get off of him. He is nice like that.
No one else in the room minded that I was sitting on Daddy's lap. The music probably covered up the little grunting sounds that he made. He was moving me so roughly that the friction eventually stretched the elastic waistband of his pants down over his penis. Now his penis slipped up between my butt cheeks, just like when we cuddled in bed. My butt was starting to feel sore by the time my name was called and I jumped off Daddy's lap with my violin case.
The lady who called me said her name was Miss Watt. She led me to the back room where a man was sitting behind a big desk. He said his name was Mr. Mann and that he was the manager for Constant On Strings. He walked around the desk and knelt down so his head was about the same height as mine. He was not looking at my face, though, his eyes were on my waist. He held the bottom of my dress with two fingers. As he lifted up my dress, he did look at my eyes, like he wanted to see how I would react. I waited politely and remembered to keep smiling big like Mommy told me to. Mr. Mann let go of my dress and it fell back down, covering my front.
“You've been listening to the band's music a lot, haven't you?” he asked. He was reaching under my dress and brushing my cunny with his thumb. I nodded eagerly but I was too shy to say anything. He kept going, “Alright, let's see if you've got what it takes to join Constant On Strings.”
I was about to set my violin case down and open it when the manager suddenly grabbed me under my armpits and lifted me off the ground. I almost dropped my case but I kept my fist wrapped around it as he carried me to his side of the desk. He set me down on it like I was a decoration. I sat on the edge, facing him with my legs dangling over the edge. He settled back into his chair and made a gesture toward my case. I pulled out my violin and bow and then took a deep breath in preparation.
I started playing Mary's part from the band's most popular song. Mary was the only violinist with Constant On Strings then, and I knew I had to be as good as her to join the band. As I played, Mr. Mann spread my legs. I tried to hold my legs apart for him as he used his thumbs to spread my cunny. It took a lot of concentration to keep playing the violin from memory while holding my legs open. I knew Mr. Mann wanted to see if I could handle the pressure of being in a band. He finished staring at my cunny and let me bring my legs back together.
As I continued playing, Mr. Mann reached into his desk drawer and pulled out a thick, pink pen. He twisted the bottom and I could hear a buzzing noise. I was kind of worried now. He could not tell if I was playing right if the buzzing messed up the sound of my violin, could he? I kept playing and Mr. Mann wormed the tube between my thighs until its tip rested against my button. He pressed my legs together from the outside until I understood that he wanted me to hold the tube in place while I kept playing. He settled back in his chair to watch me.
At first I did not notice anything different. The melody was more complicated now and it took all my focus to get the notes right. But soon the vibrations against my button got distracting and it was harder to remember the song. I started shaking and squirming. My cunny was tingling a lot and sending little jitters through my body. Finally it got the point where I could not hold in the tingling. I dropped the violin from my chin and twisted helplessly on the desk as pleasure rushed through my body. The tube fell off and clattered to the ground, but the sensations did not stop. There had to be something I could do. I pressed the curved edge of the violin between my legs, as if the cool wood against my cunny would help me regain control of my body. The whole thing only lasted a few seconds, I think, but it left me feeling weak. I sagged on the desk, still breathing rapidly.
“Welcome to the band, Emily.”